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 Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:48 am
"It would be really sad if they were." She had a small grin on. "Imagine, a whole people that snooty!" She snickered slightly at the thought. But still, it was good to hear that not all horsemen were like that - she implicitly trusted Mei's knowledge on this front. Well, all fronts. It seemed to Leo that Mei was very knowledgeable about quite a lot of things. "I'm sure we'll make it." She was, naïvely so. Awkwardly she turned slightly to give the other ghoul a quick half hug. "Don't worry. There's lots of older students here, right, and the horsemen too. Everything will be fine, you'll see. Medea is weird, but she does seem like she has a plan, so it'll be just fine." And hopefully she'd still have her arm by the end of this. Leo wiggled her fingers a bit, hoping to get a bit more blood circulation to the arm Mei was gripping. Quote: Leo is a fairly short, stout Mare ghoul. She carries her trusty hobby horse with her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:10 am
 Letting out a small giggle, the ghoul loosened her grip on Leo's arm just a bit. Sometimes she forgot that others actually needed blood to circulate through the body parts to function. Unlike her. "I know right? They would all walk around with their noses in the air and trip over their feet cause they never looked down to watch where they were walking. And they'd say things like 'Quite.' and 'Yeeeeesss'." She gave her voice a slight snooty and naisely tone for emphasis. Being able to joke like this calmed her nerves just a tad. Truly a coping mechanism. Smiling as her friend hugged her. "I hope you are right in that, Leo." She played with the sleeve of the other ghoul's shirt idly. "You be careful if things get serious ok? I'll try and watch your back as much as I can but if we get separated or something I want you to promise me you'll make it back to the school. We still have more gymnastics to do."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:23 am
Leo laughed rather loudly. "Yes! Oh no, wait, yeeeeesss." She grinned happily at the other ghoul. "They'd make rather lousy allies if they couldn't even keep on their feet, too!" It really was relaxing to take your mind off of the seriousness of the situation, even if it was only for a little bit. "I will. But if we have more gymnastics to do, you have to make it back too. And take care of yourself if we do get separated." She wore a half-smile, but her eyes were serious. "And then when we get back you can teach me how to walk on my hands."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:53 am
Now she'd done it. Leo's impression made Mei burst out loud with laughter to which she quickly clamped her hands over her mouth to keep from drawing too much attention to herself. Her sides ached from laughter until she finally was able to calm herself down. Having slipped her arms out from around Leo's, the ghoul held her sides as she wound down. "Right! Ohhhhh too funny." A few more giggles and she finally was calmed down.Wiping at her eyes to get the laughter tears that had formed in the corners out. Mei gave Leo a thumbs up. She was feeling a lot better after that laugh fest. The Jiang Shi was pumped and ready to get started. "Of course! Maybe a few back flips too. And ya know eventually you'll hafta do some free running with me."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 12:38 pm
At this point there were so many others around Imryn wasn't sure who she'd gotten the cup from, just that it was thrust at her from somewhere. Already she'd been a tad bit freaking out because of a warm spot on her collarbone that she couldn't see what was going on there, so once she had the cup in hand she just took a drink and passed it on to the next person. "Hey... um Mitzi... sorry to interupt... but can you take a look at this? I keep getting this warm feeling up here after passing through the fire and it's kinda freaking me out." she mumbled, tapping the other ghoul on the shoulder and then pointing to her collarbone. Imryn looks like this. :3 Everyone else Not sure who all is around at this point.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 2:00 pm
A warm sensation was burning on her lower back. It was a sign... Bea waited her turn to get the cup and that time was now. She received the cup from a legless ghoul and gracefully took a sip of it. She passed the cup on to the next person. "Gene! Sorry, I didn't notice you there. It's been a while..." Bea greeted her Ditzy friend. Quote: Bea looks like this. Ghost wearing a white dress, covered in barnacle, has seaweed tangled hair, and coral growing from her head.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 3:25 pm
"Enough." Medea's tone was only curt, not rude. Simply someone who felt pressed on time, someone who had waited enough. "We move now, or shall lose or moment, our path, forever."
The Head Priestess stepped forward, chanting softly, a language even foreign to the horsemen as she removed one of her many gold bracelets: a particular one shaped like intertwined snakes, a single ruby gleaming in the center. It clattered into the water just as everything beneath her begin to glow a deep red-
- From the depths emerged two solid gold serpents, each easily taller than even the dais itself, twisting and curling around each other until their heads touched. They formed with the space of their bodies a perfect gate, the center gleaming a deep black. Medea was the first to walk, proud and reverent, whispering to the gate softly one more time. "All warriors gathered here, fighters, even those who wish to change their destiny. It is time."
She stepped through, the gate waiting, open, behind her. THE SUMMARY SO FAR PRIOR TO ABOVE EVENTS: After the Four Clans was destroyed by the Hunters several months ago, the survivors moving in to Halloween to create a new faction known as the "Lost Clans", their Head Priestess and impromptu leader Medea, is unsatisfied at the turn of events. She provokes and begins a turn of events that spell trouble for both the students and Hunters, winding everything around a single word: revenge. The first setup is trance, the ability to see potential futures and pasts that have already occurred. She showed specific students an event that had occurred in the past: a group of students twenty years ago who mysteriously disappeared off the face of Halloween. They had discovered something right underneath Amityville, a strange lake of some sorts filled with treasures, but not before the Hunters destroyed it and took many, almost all, as prisoners. The remaining students are however, oddly enough, teachers right at Amityville... This became the spark to light the fire: students became aware and curious of events, they began to see and discover clues related to what was commonly called 'The Defenders'. This lead them to a secret passageway underneath the school secretary's office as well where a series of locker rooms, containing items from the past deceased students are kept. Students do not not have much time to ponder over this turn of events as Hunters, once again feeling threatened, make their reappearance. They lure the students yet into another trap, a false lake. Medea however, chooses this moment to make an appearance and show that she is allied and will protect the students. The motive is very thinly held together as her main purpose is of course revenge. Whether she allowed the students to be captured or not by the Hunters is unclear, though it seems unify all the students as well. She offers them her help, her guidance, and rallies together the remaining Lost Clans. With the students and horsemen under one faction, even temporarily, they now seek to destroy what has been antagonizing them for so long: Deus Ex Machina.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:24 pm
Life was… different without Thackery around, and that was putting it mildly. As ridiculous as it sounded, it sometimes felt like Ash had to learn how to live again. Remembering when classes were, what reality was when insanity struck, and how to interact with people often seemed nigh impossible without the Cerberus triplet around—so the reaper withdrew into himself, keeping to his quarters unless he was performing a perimeter check during a bout of insanity.
It was hard.
He thought of the other boil every day, regretting the decision he’d made but firmly convinced that there was no other way. Already, it had been two months (to the day!) since Ash had coldly and precisely broke Thackery’s heart into two. The days blended into one another so much that it was hard to believe that so much time had passed.
His reasons for doing it were simple: after begrudgingly accepting that he was living on borrowed time, it was clear that his death would devastate Thackery. It was no matter of dramatics. He knew that he was infected with the same disease that had slain another student, and that this disease was one without a cure.
One that infected the mind just as surely as it infected the body. Bouts of disassociation, creeping grey patches on his skin, and the intensity to pursue home at all costs. The way the world went grey during the bad times—the way that Thackery could bring him out of it—usually.
It made him ill to think about the fact that when he couldn’t, the demon often bore the brunt of his madness, the rage that lashed out in a cold fury, coiled like a whip. He was a bomb, rigged to explode at the slightest of provocations.
So, after weight all the pros and the cons of every possible option? Ashford dissolved his relationship Thackery, and did so with the precision of a practised surgeon: cold, ruthless, and efficient.
He’d discarded the love offered to him so freely like it was an old and unsalvageable coat, and cast Thackery aside like an animal left at the side of the road.
He justified it to himself by saying ‘it was for the best,’ as if it were a prayer, but not once did he believe it in its sincerity.
Unfortunately, that did not change the fact that it was necessary.
Especially on days like this.
Today, Ash dreamed of grey things that were dark and sinister, his sleep interrupted by strange dreams that prickled at his heart, needling at his fears and insecurities—and he woke up in terror, dazed and confused and lost.
The reaper didn’t know where he was: and, more terrifyingly, he didn’t know who he was. Most mornings started this way, if they started at all. But…there was something about today.
Today was different, he could feel it. There was a pulling—a calling, some kind of purpose— crowding his every thought.
It was familiar and terrible in a single fell swoop. Like a siren’s song, Home called to him. An endless invocation, staccato in its repetition: home, home, home, home.
And, in a single instance, the Pyramid Head slid into the mindset that had become so intimately familiar over the last few months: the one completely, utterly and intimately devoted to insanity.
Find it. Go, go now. Find home, find it now. GO. LEAVE. FIND IT. PURSUE. ENGAGE.
With perfunctory movements, jolting like an automaton being controlled by the hand of something more sinister, Ashford clothed himself. His new triangular helm slid onto his shoulders, a single small hole cut into it at eye level for his left eye. An apron, thick and beige, stained with red. Black slacks, Oxford shoes.
WE NEED IT. GO HOME.
His attire was in remarkable disarray, torn and ragged and half torn to shreds. No tie, no cufflinks, no pocket square, and scuffed shoes. He looked dingy in a way that the normal Ash would be ashamed of.
It went without saying that normal Ash had checked out quite some time ago, before his spiralling descent into self-inflicted loneliness and despair.
Yanking the door of his dorm room open, the Pyramid Head stalked down the halls, down through the basements—towards a certain lake.
His Great Knife was out, dragging along the ground with the sickening screech of metal against tile then pavement then rock. He took no notice of his surroundings, his every move powered by the pulsing words in his mind.
HOME. WE ARE CLOSE. GO HOME.
Ignoring the chalice and the water of the lake, Henry Ashford the Charles stepped foot into thegate, his pace steady and measured.
There was no need to rush, despite what they all thought. It would be there, waiting for Ashford in all of its splendor and glory.
They were excited at the prospect, and the voices crooned eagerly with delight as the blond's form disappeared through the gate.
Home.
Home.
Home.
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